| In my eyes the mirror of time
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| My soul somewhere there
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| Wandering in demon land
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| Sorcerer’s skull is rising
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| Whispering the prayer of the key
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| From my
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| From my mouth
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| Incantations flow
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| Ana ana
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| It’s the prayer of death
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| The flame hears the lever of time
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| Icy limps in the arms of life again
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| I am back from the endless trip
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| From the land of lost souls
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| From the land of illusioned gods
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| I just awoke
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| My voice vibrating
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| I have passed gates of unknown worlds
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| And am drifting between ghosts
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| My face sprays a rain
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| Refreshing my tired body
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| Nestled into the burned down earth
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| I hear how it breathes
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| The ashes I have mixed
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| For sacrifice sowed them away
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| The wind soars them
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| And I still whisped
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| Ana ana
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| It’s the prayer of death |